“NO,NO,NO!!!” I screamed. This cannot be hapening. I have been here for 4 years and she thinks she can just walk in on the first day and be THAT popular.

“She doesn’t know who she’s dealing with!” Charrisa exclaimed.

Everyone had flocked around Sara, the new girl like fat-free-low-calorie-high-fiber bread. She was standing there, getting her books out of her locker as if she didn’t even notice the people whispering as they waked by. Guys were watching her every move. Until they saw I was watching.

“Charrisa, go talk to her. Welcome her to the new school.” I ordered.

“But, why do you want me to be NICE to her?”

“She may be a good addition to our group.”

Then I noticed. She wasn’t the same flawless beauty that we were. She had freckles, wasn’t wearing any makeup,and GASP she was wearing JEANS . Not even a skirt on her first day. This would be good.

“What did she say?” Uh-Oh, I sounded needy,I need to adjust my tone.

” She asked my were room B11 is. And, she has a southern accent.”